Chapter 226

Mo Lingyuan gave her a sideways look, neither agreeing nor objecting, sitting upright with no expression on his face, and hummed lightly.

Chu Yunyao pursed her lips, moved her body a little further, and pulled his arm: "Come on, let me wrap it up for you."

Mo Lingyuan still had a cold face, unmoved.

Chu Yunyao knew that he was stimulated by what Mo Jinlan said, but she didn't know how to explain it.

"Although you didn't get hurt to save me, but you are my husband-in-law, I still feel sorry for you when you get hurt." Chu Yunyao grabbed his arm with her small hand, and forcefully opened his sleeve, revealing flesh and blood Vague wound.

"Do you feel sorry for me?" Mo Lingyuan didn't avoid her this time, and stretched out his arms in front of her cooperatively. His dark eyes were like a deep well, staring at her without any waves.

"I don't feel sorry for who do you feel sorry for?" Chu Yunyao held the handkerchief and carefully tied it to his wound, without raising her head, she answered casually.

By the way, he blew on the injured place.

That small appearance, it seems that there is indeed so much care and love in it.

Mo Lingyuan's thin lips curled up slightly, and the frost in the bottom of his eyes melted a little, and he stretched out his other hand in front of her and spread it out: "Explain, how did this purse get into your hand?

Yun Che gave it to you?

What exactly is your relationship with Yun Che?

When did you meet?

The last time you left Jincheng, were you instigated by him?

..."

As if a chatterbox had been opened, Mo Lingyuan's doubts popped out one after another.

Chu Yunyao quickly stopped him: "Wait, ask one question after another, what exactly do you want to know? You ask so many, I don't even know where to start to answer."

"Okay, tell me first, how did this purse get into your hands?" Mo Lingyuan thought of what Mo Jinlan said, and a sour and astringent feeling came out, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Nanyan gave it to me." Seeing his disbelieving expression, Chu Yunyao quickly raised three fingers and swore: "Everything I said is true, if there is even a half-truth, it will kill my soul." Leaving this body, the ashes will be wiped out, and I will not die well..."

Mo Lingyuan quickly covered her mouth, locked her clear eyes with his dark eyes, and said angrily: "Explain, explain, who made you swear poisonously."

"You don't believe me, don't you?" Chu Yunyao held the back of his hand caressing her little face, and rubbed his palm affectionately like a kitten: "What I said is true."

"Well, as long as you say it yourself, I will believe you." Mo Lingyuan rubbed her small face with his fingertips, his eyes became darker, and even his voice became hoarse.

"That's what you said, I promise I won't deceive you."

"Okay, let me ask you again, why did Nanyan give you a purse?" Mo Lingyuan's palm continued to increase strength, wishing to rub this unsightly thing to pieces.

What is not good to send, send the purse that you carry with you.

Seeing this junk, Mo Lingyuan felt more and more an eyesore.

"Nanyan wanted to thank me. She felt sorry for bothering me after living in the Young Marshal's Mansion for so many days, so she embroidered two purses for me, one pink, with the pattern of Bingdilian.

The other is this.

She also wished that the two of us could grow old together forever. "Chu Yunyao fumbled in her handbag, and as expected, she found another pink purse.

Hearing Nanyan's blessing, Mo Lingyuan felt very relieved, and murmured, "For sure, she knows how to measure and how to advance and retreat."